Here I sit on the rail next to a cliff with the Carrick-a-rede rope bridge in the background. I'm told it was used long ago for people to find a good fishing spot. This thing spans over the cliff at about 100 feet above the water below. I sure as heck didn't see any feet but mine when I looked down so I'm not certain what they meant by that.
hanging on to the cliff edge. Or doing my "stalking the prey" impression...you can be judge. |
finally on the bridge, looking across at Karla |
looking down to the water below |
After trying unsuccessfully to bounce the bridge free from it's supports, fall over to the other side, and do my impression of that ugly bald dude in the Temple of Doom; we made our way along the tiny winding back-Ireland roads to the Giant's Causeway. Apparently, these geomagicalthermic formations from long ago are attractive to visitors. I saw a field of rock that was hard for a baby like me to get around on. But hey:
"I can make it on my own!"
A LITTLE PRIVACY PLEASE!? |
Uh, yeah. That was about the extent of the stay in Northern Ireland. The next day we made it to Ireland, which was south of Northern Ireland and not even the same country because they're fighting. Bullocks!! Quitcherbitchen and play nice I say. Even Baby Buttface knows how to share, and I haven't even been in kindergarten yet!
Dublin was a different place altogether. A huge city scene which was only made more huge with the weekend's festivities of the World Cup. So many people that Baby Buttface had to drink more and hide in Adhamh's back pack most of the time. OH and DRANK we did. In fact, Karla shares one of my beer meccas...the Guinness Storehouse. (side note: all breweries and distilleries are my Meccas!)
Oh what an experience! There's no real way to explain how Guinness tastes straight from the source compared to what we've been getting in the States. And sure, it'd be most people's folly to jump the the conclusion that it's the other water from the other breweries Guinness has in the world that changes it's flavor. But it's more than that. It's...fresher...no it's cleaner...no! It just...is. I can't bring myself to drink Guinness from any other source than the Storehouse in Ire---wait! What the crap is Baby Buttface saying!? Of course, Baby can drink. Baby Buttface is a CHAMP!!
Karla learning how to pour the Perfect Pint! |
Karla and her Perfect Pint! |
And you wouldn't believe it unless you were put in the situation, but Asians are unexplainably annoying with cameras! Especially if you get a large touristy group that can't speak a lick of English in one place, all with cameras, all with stoopid on their faces! They even grabbed Adhamh's pint as it sat on the bartop waiting for it's final pour to top it off (the "perfect pint" requires two pours per glass to fill it the first time, with a break of two minutes in between). Those idiot asians grabbed Adhamh's pint to get it in the shot with their pints for their idiot picture. I'm sorry but if Baby Buttface was forced to witness someone touching his Perfect Pint, asian heads would be littering the Guinness Storehouse floors and entrails and asian skin would be the new wallpaper! You don't mess with another drinker's tasty beverage! ASIANS!!!
All in all, Great times were had at the Guinness Storehouse. However, there were other things to attend to in Dublin. So...Moving on...
But alas, Dublin was great and a nice place to visit. Maybe even a great place to live. I really didn't want to leave and Adhamh gave us all just that chance. See, the first night we were there, he and Karla took a haunted ghost tour of Dublin. Baby Buttface is just a widdle baby and scares easily and didn't attend. And for good reason too! Apparently, Adhamh felt the need to stick is left hand into a cursed archway of an old church. Were Baby there he could have told him he was an idiot and shouldn't do it. But NOOOOOOO, he did it for sure and the next day, Adhamh lost his passport! Like, yep you guessed it, an idiot! Not "asian" idiot mind you, but idiot all the same.
And you all know that Baby Buttface is currently writing these blogs retroactively due to my bad accident, so Baby can tell you that Adhamh and Karla have had something go wrong on every trip they've taken since...idiot!
Oh well, Dublin sure is nice. You should go. And take me with you!
The River Liffey, Dublin |
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